Bound Hero Saga

Sunlight streamed through the grimy windowpanes of the dilapidated temple, falling onto the dust-covered floor. Lin Fan rubbed the ache at the back of his head and slowly opened his eyes. The first things he saw were the mottled wooden beams and the distant chirping of birds. He clearly remembered studying knot-tying tutorials at home; how had he woken up in this godforsaken place? "Ding—Congratulations to the host for binding the 'Beauty Capture System.' Current mission: Capture the Yellow-tier heroine Liu Xuer, within seven days. Reward: Yellow-tier cultivation technique 'Silk Entanglement Hand.' Failure penalty: Deduct three years of lifespan." A mechanical yet somewhat playful voice echoed in his mind. Lin Fan's lips twitched. "What the hell? A system? You want me to go kidnap someone? Is this what transmigrating is like these days? Can't I get a normal one, like farming and getting rich?" The system paused for a second, its tone even more infuriating. "The host can refuse, but lifespan waits for no one. Three years of life is enough for you to drink several bowls of Meng Po's soup, isn't it?" Lin Fan rolled his eyes, got up grumbling, and brushed the dust off his clothes. He looked down to see he was wearing a coarse linen robe, and a bundle of hemp rope lay beside him. He picked up the rope, weighing it in his hand, and muttered, "'Hundred Knots Rope,' produced by the system. Extremely tough, automatically entangles the target? This saves me quite a bit of trouble." He pushed open the temple door. Outside was a lush, verdant mountain forest. He could faintly hear the sound of a stream and a woman's light laughter. Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat. He followed the sound and hid behind a clump of bushes. Not far away, a young girl in a goose-yellow ruqun stood by the stream. Her slender figure swayed like a willow branch in the sunlight. She held a soft sword, its tip lifting a wild flower. Her laughter was as clear as bells. "This flower is quite delicate, a pity it won't meet someone who appreciates it." Lin Fan narrowed his eyes. The system prompt sounded in his mind: "Target confirmed: Liu Xuer, Yellow-tier heroine, possesses the light-body technique 'Willow Catkin Wind Step.' Personality: Naive, prone to righteous indignation. Host is advised to exploit her curiosity to set a trap." "Naive? Curiosity?" Lin Fan's lips curved upwards. He tightened his grip on the rope and whispered, "Then I'll start with you, little girl." He took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Help! Bandits are chasing me, please save this poor scholar!" Liu Xuer by the stream froze. She drew her sword and rushed towards the sound. Lin Fan chuckled inwardly, "The fish is biting." Sunlight dappled the mountain path through the gaps in the dense forest, the air filled with a faint scent of grass and wood. Liu Qingyan, clad in a pale purple ruqun adorned with intricate embroidery, her waist cinched with a goose-yellow silk ribbon that accentuated her delicate figure. Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like cold stars, her lips as red as cherries, and her raven hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her demeanor was ethereal, as if she were a spirit of the forest. The white dudou beneath her ruqun was subtly visible, and her long, shapely legs were hinted at beneath the hem of her skirt, exuding an alluring aura of soft jade and warm fragrance. She moved gracefully through the woods, her steps swift as the wind, clearly in pursuit of something. Suddenly, a faint cry for help reached her ears: "Help... bandits are chasing me... please save this poor scholar!" Liu Qingyan's heart tightened, and her chivalrous spirit drove her towards the sound. She pushed aside the bushes and saw a young man in a dark blue robe sitting on the ground, his face filled with terror. The man was handsome, his deep eyes holding a hint of cunning. It was Lin Fan. Seeing Liu Qingyan appear, he rejoiced inwardly but feigned panic. "Miss, quickly save me! Those bandits were ferocious, I... I can't hold on much longer!" Liu Qingyan frowned, looking around but finding no trace of bandits, a suspicion forming in her mind. However, seeing Lin Fan's disheveled clothes, as if he had truly been in danger, she stepped forward to help him up. "Young master, do not panic. There is no one else here. Come with me." Just then, Lin Fan suddenly scattered a handful of fine powder from his sleeve. A faint medicinal aroma spread through the air. Liu Qingyan was caught off guard, inhaling the powder. Her limbs instantly felt weak, her delicate body swayed, and she collapsed to the ground. She was shocked and enraged, struggling to get up, only to find her internal energy as useless as a mud ox entering the sea. Her entire body was without strength, and she could only helplessly kick her long, shapely legs, her full breasts heaving with her breaths. Her ruqun's hem was disheveled, revealing her fair calves. Liu Qingyan lay limply on the ground, her pale purple ruqun spread out in disarray. The embroidery on the hem was stained with dirt, and the goose-yellow ribbon hung loosely at her waist, accentuating her delicate figure, which now appeared fragile. Her raven hair was scattered like a waterfall, her brows like distant mountains remained beautiful, her eyes like cold stars were veiled with a mist, her cherry-red lips trembled slightly, and a faint blush of shame and anger tinged her fair neck. Her long, shapely legs kicked weakly at the ground, trying to support herself. The folds of her skirt flipped up, revealing the smooth skin of her calves. The white dudou beneath was glimpsed through the tears, exuding an aura of soft jade and warm fragrance. Before his words had even fallen, his fingers had already grasped the red rope, beginning the binding. The cord snaked through his hands like a living thing, first encircling Liu Qingyan's breasts. He tightened the rope, the scarlet strands crossing over her soft [X], digging into the fabric and squeezing out alluring curves. The cords crisscrossed above her chest, each loop drawn tighter than the last, forming a diamond pattern. Her [X] were separated by the rope, the bases bulging slightly as if about to spill from the confines of her chemise. Lin Fan's fingertips flirtatiously traced the sensitive spots on her chest, his palm feeling the soft elasticity. He deliberately kneaded them, his touch rough yet precise. Liu Qingyan let out a muffled groan of pain, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson. A mixture of shame and anger surged through her, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat: "Let... let me go!" "Let go?" Lin Fan scoffed, his hands not ceasing their work. He tore open the front of her chemise, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the woods, revealing the white肚兜 beneath. The thin material could not conceal her heaving curves, and two rosy peaks peeked through the fabric. He reached in with slender fingers, kneading them without mercy, then ripped off the 肚兜. Warm air brushed against her exposed skin, and the two rosy buds were revealed, hardening slightly from shame and stimulation, trembling on her chest. Liu Qingyan's eyes welled up, tears threatening to fall, but she held them back, gritting her teeth, trying to resist this humiliation with her remaining will. Lin Fan's gaze lingered on her, filled with undisguised predatory intent. He tore off a corner of her long skirt, balled it up, and roughly stuffed it into her slightly parted lips. The fabric, carrying her body heat and a faint floral scent, silenced her protests. She whimpered, trying to spit it out, her tongue pushing against the cloth, but Lin Fan secured it with a loop of rope around her mouth. The knot tightened her lips, the scarlet cord embedding itself into the tender flesh of her mouth. Saliva involuntarily overflowed, trickling down her chin and onto her disheveled chemise, a picture of pathetic beauty amidst her disarray. The binding continued. Lin Fan wrapped the rope around her waist, his fingers tightening with force. The cord dug into her slender waist, leaving a deep red mark. Her delicate curves, accentuated by the rope, appeared even more graceful, yet also more helpless. He pulled the rope down to her胯部, creating a crotch rope, the knot precisely pressing against her most secret forbidden zone. The moment the rope tightened, Liu Qingyan's delicate body trembled. A distinct wetness seeped into the folds of her skirt, crystal clear. The sheen of shame reflected on her full, taut skin. She tried to writhe, her hands bound behind her, her legs pressed tightly together, unable to separate. The crotch rope squeezed her sensitive area, and every movement sent tremors through her body, a mixture of numbness and stinging pain, an indescribable strangeness rising from her lower abdomen. "Don't move," Lin Fan whispered, his palm slapping her waist, not hard, but with a warning. "Move again, and this rope will dig in deeper." His fingertips traced the inside of her thigh, pulling aside her underpants, and found that her smooth, hairless forbidden zone was already hot and wet, an aroma wafting towards him. He picked out a strand of sticky fluid on his fingertip and dangled it before her eyes, mocking, "A dignified female warrior, yet so sensitive. Look at this moisture, truly honest." Liu Qingyan's eyes could have killed. Her beautiful eyes, filled with unwillingness and humiliation, glared at him. Tears welled in her eyes, but stubbornly clung to her lashes. She tried to struggle, but her body was tightly bound by the ropes. Her hands were tied behind her back, the rope looped over her shoulder blades, pulling her shoulders back to their extreme limit, forcing her chest to arch forward. The knots dug into her tender skin, leaving red marks. Muffled sobs escaped her mouth, saliva soaking the cloth ball and dripping along the rope, her ethereal face now a picture of tragic beauty. Lin Fan tightened the knots step by step, the rope like an artist's brush, painting a picture of imprisoned beauty on her body. The scarlet cords extended from her chest to her waist, then to her胯下, each wrap neat and uniform, both practical and visually striking. Her legs were bound tightly together, the rope coiling around her thighs and calves. Every three or four wraps, it tightened vertically, creating slightly bulging mounds of flesh. Liu Qingyan's leg flesh was soft and elastic, the rope digging into it, both restricting her movement and highlighting her slender lines. When he reached her ankles, he tied off the end with a secure knot, completely stripping her of her freedom. The binding complete, Liu Qingyan was like a bound jade statue, her delicate, shapely body presenting a stunning beauty under the tight embrace of the ropes. Tear tracks streaked her flushed cheeks, her full breasts heaved with her breaths, and her slender legs appeared even more elegant against the ropes, radiating sensuality and helplessness. Lin Fan stood up, looking down at his masterpiece. He couldn't help but reach out a finger, teasing the hardened red points on her chest, and whispered provocatively, "Look at this reaction. The system was right, you really have the potential for bondage." Just then, a cold voice echoed in his mind: "Ding—Hidden mission triggered: Female warrior Liu Qingyan secretly develops an unusual [X] for bondage. Reward: Otherworldly cave dwelling, can collect bound female warriors." Lin Fan froze, then a triumphant smile spread across his face as his gaze fell upon Liu Qingyan. Hearing this, her eyes flickered with a mixture of struggle and confusion. Her heart warred between resistance and that unspeakable, strange feeling. She couldn't believe that amidst this humiliation, she was experiencing a peculiar tremor of excitement. Lin Fan followed the sound and saw Liu Xuer standing by an ancient, gnarled tree, her back to him. She lowered her head slightly, her arms crossed behind her, her wrists naturally clasped together, presenting herself in a posture of awaiting bondage. Beside her, crimson ropes lay neatly arranged, as if silently inviting him to continue. A flicker of satisfaction crossed Lin Fan's eyes, and the corners of his lips curved upward. "Good girl." Hearing his words, Liu Xuer's earlobes flushed, and her body trembled slightly, but she offered no protest. A whirlwind of emotions churned within her: why was she so compliant? Was it fear of his methods, or some peculiar emotion she was unwilling to admit? Lin Fan stepped forward, picked up the ropes, and began to bind her anew. He first wrapped the rope around her upper body, skillfully forming a diamond pattern. As the rope tightened, her curves became even more pronounced, peeking through her pale lavender ruqun. Liu Xuer bit her lower lip, feeling the constricting pressure of the rope against her skin, her breathing quickening involuntarily. After finishing the upper body, Lin Fan deliberately tied a crotch rope in front of her. Liu Xuer stared at the knot, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Though she didn't grasp its precise purpose, she wasn't foolish. After a moment's thought, a shameful image flashed through her mind. She cursed inwardly, glaring at Lin Fan with flushed cheeks, and turned her head away, unwilling to look at him any longer. Lin Fan chuckled softly, his fingers deftly threading the crotch rope between her legs. The knot settled precisely on her most sensitive spot. He pulled upward with force, the rope tightening around that tender area until the knot was completely hidden beneath her skirt. Then, he connected the crotch rope to the bindings on her wrists, forming an intricate structure – any struggle she made would cause her hands to pull the crotch rope, and the knot would rub against her sensitive cleft, delivering unbearable stimulation. Liu Xuer's delicate body shivered, and she instinctively clamped her legs together, a suppressed moan escaping her throat: "Mmm..." She gritted her teeth, trying to endure the strange sensation emanating from her pink sanctuary, muttering in a low voice, "So tight... Damn it, it's that binding again." Her voice held a hint of playful complaint, yet also a touch of helplessness and shame. Lin Fan stood before her, admiring his handiwork. The crimson ropes contrasted beautifully with her pale lavender dress, and Liu Xuer's delicate form appeared even more exquisite under the restraint. He reached out a finger, playfully lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "This is how it should be. Don't move around so much from now on." A flicker of struggle crossed Liu Xuer's eyes, but it was quickly masked by a complex emotion. With a mixture of confusion and shyness, she softly replied, "Mmm..." Her voice was barely audible, as if she herself was unwilling to acknowledge this "cooperation." Lin Fan withdrew his hand with satisfaction and turned. "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Bound, Liu Xuer followed him behind with small, hesitant steps. Her heart was filled with questions: what exactly did this man intend? And why was she so obediently completing this act of restraint? Lin Fan's gaze slowly drifted to Liu Xuer's legs. They were faintly visible beneath her thin gauze skirt, soft and slender, as if they would melt at a touch. He crouched down and gently touched her thigh. His palm felt a soft, yielding elasticity, a superb texture that made him want to squeeze a few more times. Her skin was warm and delicate, like the flesh of a freshly peeled lychee, with a hint of moisture. "Don't move," he commanded in a low voice, his tone calm but unquestionable. Liu Xuer bit her lower lip, her body trembling slightly. She looked down at her legs, a complex mix of emotions surging within her – shame, nervousness, and a hint of anticipation she was unwilling to admit. Lin Fan retrieved a bundle of crimson rope from the side. The rope was rough yet supple, shimmering faintly in the sunlight, appearing particularly striking. He uncoiled the rope and began to wrap it around her thighs, starting from the root. The rope clung tightly to her skin. With each wrap, Lin Fan pulled it tighter, the rope deeply embedding itself into her thigh flesh, creating indentations. Liu Xuer's thighs became unevenly shaped under the constriction, soft flesh squeezing out between the gaps in the rope, resembling small hills, full of allure. Her leg lines became even more defined under the accentuation of the rope, her originally slender contours now possessing a captivating beauty. "Your legs are truly captivating," Lin Fan murmured, his fingers gently kneading her thighs. The pressure was light, but enough to send a tingling sensation through her. Liu Xuer's cheeks instantly flushed. She tried to twist her body to resist, but found her hands bound behind her, with nowhere to escape. Lin Fan chuckled softly and continued his binding. The rope wound down, from her thighs to her calves, tightly encasing every inch of her skin. The rope's placement was neat and regular. Every three or four wraps, he would reinforce it with a thin cord running vertically through the center, tightening the loops even more securely. When he reached her ankles, Lin Fan tied a complex knot, the tail of the rope hanging down to the sole of her foot. This was a position her fingers could not reach, and she couldn't untie it even with all her might. She tried to rub her legs together, only to find them bound so tightly that she couldn't even slide them up or down. In the end, she could only helplessly wiggle her crystal-clear toes. Her small toes sparkled in the sunlight, as if silently conveying her helplessness. "There, now you can't move at all," Lin Fan stood up, clapping his hands, and admired his masterpiece with satisfaction. "But this way is much more beautiful, isn't it?" Liu Xuer looked down at her bound legs, her heart filled with a mix of emotions. She had never imagined she would appear before a man in such a state, nor had she ever thought that this man would bind her so meticulously, as if sculpting a work of art. After the binding was complete, Lin Fan did not rush to the next step. He walked to the side, took out some dry rations and a pot of water from his pack, and then returned to Liu Xuer's side. He gently helped her up, letting her lean against him, his movements as tender as if he were handling a fragile piece of porcelain. "Hungry?" he asked softly, a hint of concern in his voice. Liu Xuer was taken aback. She was indeed feeling hungry; her previous struggles had exhausted her strength. But she hadn't expected Lin Fan to be so considerate. She looked at the dry rations in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded gently. Lin Fan smiled and tore off a small piece of dry ration, bringing it to her lips. Liu Xuer opened her mouth and gently bit down, chewing. The taste of the dry ration was slightly coarse, but at this moment, it brought her an inexplicable sense of security. Lin Fan patiently fed her, piece after piece, occasionally moistening her lips with water to ensure she wouldn't choke. "Eat slowly, don't rush," he said in a low voice, his arm around her shoulders, holding her tighter. A wave of confusion washed over Liu Xuer. She didn't understand why this man was treating her this way. He had clearly bound her so she couldn't move, yet he hadn't taken advantage of her. Instead, he was acting like he was caring for someone who needed protection. This contrast left her bewildered and made her even more curious about Lin Fan's intentions. "What exactly do you want to do?" she asked in a low voice, a hint of bewilderment in her tone. Lin Fan didn't answer, merely continued feeding her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. Liu Xuer looked into his deep eyes, a strange tremor rising within her. She suddenly realized that she knew nothing about this man, and this sense of the unknown made her both uneasy and expectant. After the feeding was finished, Lin Fan put down the food and water, his gaze returning to Liu Xuer. She leaned against him, her chest rising and falling with her breaths. Her upper body was tightly bound by the ropes, making her breasts appear more prominent under the restraint. Though not large in size, they possessed an indescribable, cute beauty. Liu Xuer glanced down at herself, her cheeks flushing once more. Lin Fan's smile deepened at the words, and he murmured inwardly, "She's taken the bait." He turned and retrieved a bundle of supple red rope from his prop box. The rope gleamed faintly in the sunlight, its texture smooth yet resilient, fine to the touch but with a certain strength. He unfurled it, his movements fluid and practiced, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. Lin Fan walked slowly behind Ji Wushuang, the red rope a living serpent in his hands. He whispered, "Sect Master, forgive my offense." His voice was light and teasing, laced with a hint of provocation. Then, he seized her wrists, pulling her hands behind her back. Ji Wushuang's delicate body stiffened, and she tried to struggle, but Lin Fan held her fast. The rough palm of his hand gripped her wrist bones, sending a sharp pain through her. She gritted her teeth, thinking, "Though the rope is tight, if I exert my full strength, I might still break free." She forced a calm expression onto her face, her gaze as cold as ice, fixing on Lin Fan, attempting to intimidate him with her presence. Lin Fan remained unfazed. His fingertips deliberately, yet casually, brushed against her arm, savoring the soft, jade-like warmth. His smile widened, as if relishing her resistance. He wrapped the red rope around her wrists several times, tightening it with each loop. The rope bit into her tender skin, leaving faint red marks. Her wrists were slender as jade, with clearly defined bones, now bound tightly by the rope. A wave of pain and pressure washed over her, forcing a slight frown. Lin Fan tied a secure knot at her wrists, so tight there was no room for escape. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Sect Master's hands are truly exquisite." Ji Wushuang's earlobes flushed crimson at his words. Shame and anger warred within her, and she nearly let out a furious snort, but managed to suppress it. She tried to circulate her internal energy, feeling for her dantian, and found that her true qi was still flowing. A sliver of relief settled in her heart. "Though the rope is tight," she thought, "it hasn't sealed my inner power. When this performance is over, I will tear this man to shreds for daring to humiliate me so!" She raised her head, her eyes still sharp and cold, attempting to mask her inner turmoil with an air of aloof nobility, preserving the Sect Master's dignity. Lin Fan looked up, his gaze lingering on her face, catching the unyielding anger in her eyes. His smile grew more peculiar. He pulled the rope upwards, slanting it down from her shoulder blades, around her armpits, and then to her chest. His fingers moved with nimble expertise, the red rope crisscrossing her chest, forming diamond patterns. The rope clung to her crimson dress, pressing against her full breasts, accentuating their curves. The hem of her dress was stretched taut, threatening to tear, revealing the outline of the white undergarment beneath, a tantalizing glimpse that exuded a potent allure. He cleverly tied knots at sensitive pressure points. With every breath, the rope tightened, sending subtle, stimulating sensations that made her chest rise and fall, her breathing quicken. Ji Wushuang's internal struggle intensified. She glanced down at the rope patterns on her chest, cursing inwardly, "This scoundrel! How can he tie it so tightly?" She tried to twist her body, but found the rope's design ingenious. Her hands were bound, rendering her unable to move, her shoulder blades pulled back, forcing her chest to protrude further. A burning shame spread through her heart like wildfire. She endured the discomfort, but the blush on her earlobes crept down her neck, her fair skin glowing faintly in the sunlight, lending her a tragic beauty amidst her distress. Lin Fan's movements didn't stop. He brought the rope from her chest to her waist, tightening it with force. The red rope left a deep indentation on her slender waist. The rope was like an artist's brush, sketching a picture of restrained beauty on her body. The patterns around her waist were neat and uniform, both restricting her movement and highlighting her graceful curves. He deliberately lowered the rope to her hips, splitting it into two thinner strands that disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. The knots were hidden in the shadows, as if intentionally probing her limits. Ji Wushuang's delicate body trembled, and she instinctively clenched her legs, trying to resist the hidden pressure, only to feel the rope digging in deeper. Her breathing grew more rapid. The rope on her chest vibrated slightly with each gasp, pressing against the base of her breasts, causing them to swell. A sliver of fair skin peeked through the gaps in her dress, drawing the increasingly fervent gazes of the audience below. Lin Fan looked down at her, the bells on his costume jingling. He whispered, "Sect Master's figure is truly a pleasure to behold when bound." His tone was flippant, and he lightly stroked her waist, feeling its soft elasticity. This caused her body to stiffen, and a suppressed groan escaped her throat. Ji Wushuang's heart churned like a stormy sea. She had never imagined that in the center of the training ground, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of disciples, she would be so openly humiliated by a mere street performer. Her hands were bound behind her, the rope making her arms numb. The tightness across her chest made each breath labored. Shame and anger intertwined. She tried to struggle, but found the rope's placement to be incredibly precise. Each knot was tied at a joint or pressure point, both aesthetically pleasing and functionally effective, stripping her of her freedom. She gritted her teeth, thinking, "Once I break free, I will grind this person to dust!" The audience below was already in a frenzy. The disciples' jeers roared like thunder. Some clapped and shouted, "The Sect Master looks amazing like this, it's an eye-opener!" "That rope work is beautiful, the performer has some skill!" Laughter and cheers mingled with a few crude whistles, making the wooden stage tremble slightly. An elder among the spectators squinted and murmured, "The Sect Master of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, usually so aloof, now reduced to this performer's plaything. Tsk, tsk, truly rare." A disciple nearby retorted indignantly, "The Sect Master must have a counter-move. This is just an act!" Yet, their eyes couldn't help but linger on Ji Wushuang, their fiery gazes seeming to devour her. Ji Wushuang's ears were filled with these grating sounds, the shame piercing her heart like a knife. She had once been the supreme leader of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, feared throughout the martial world, revered by her disciples, and awe-inspiring to guests. Now, on this simple wooden stage, she was publicly humiliated by a performer with painted face, her dignity shattered. Her delicate body trembled under the ropes, sweat trickling from her forehead, down her neck, and soaking the fabric of her dress. The damp patches spread, revealing a suggestive sheen. A damp heat emanated from between her legs, and a few glistening droplets seeped from the edge of her skirt, leaving dark marks on the wooden stage. Shame washed over her like a tidal wave. In the center of the training ground, the scorching sun beat down on the earth, its rays like needles pricking the wooden platform. Below, hundreds of pairs of eyes, like wolves and tigers, buzzed with a constant murmur of discussion, punctuated by laughter and gasps, a tide crashing against the shore. Colorful banners fluttered in the hot wind, creating a rustling sound, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, earth, and a strange, illicit heat. Ji Wushuang was trapped within a lavish wooden box, her delicate body bound tightly by coarse ropes and sturdy leather straps, unable to move. She wore a crimson ruqun, its front now soaked and clinging to her chest, outlining her curves. Though the gilded jade belt still gleamed, it couldn't hide her current state of disarray and shame. Her cheeks were flushed a fiery red, sweat and tears mingling into glistening streaks that traced down her delicate jawline, dripping onto the ruqun and spreading a damp stain. Tears hung on her long lashes, glistening like dew, seemingly about to fall at any moment, reflecting her beautiful, angry, yet hazy eyes, which held both unyielding fury and an ineffable sense of humiliation. Her cherry lips were sealed shut with tape, her mouth stuffed with cloth, saliva uncontrollably seeping out, trickling down her chin and further dampening the front of her ruqun, adding to her tragic beauty and helplessness. A low "woo woo" sound escaped her throat, a protest or a weak plea, lost in the clamor of the training ground. Lin Fan stood beside the box, the brass bells on his costume jingling with his movements. A smile, hidden beneath his greasepaint, was sinister and flamboyant, radiating a sense of triumph and mockery. He looked down at Ji Wushuang in the box, his gaze lingering wantonly on her bound form before settling on her exposed shame, forced open by the leather straps that spread her legs apart. Her legs were secured to iron rings within the box, preventing her from closing them. Her white undergarments, thin as gauze, clung to her fair thighs, their edges embroidered with delicate lotus patterns, faintly visible under the harsh sun. Through the sheer fabric, Lin Fan's gaze precisely located the dark forest, its faint outline exuding a forbidden allure. He slowly leaned closer, lowering his head to inhale. A scent, a mixture of Ji Wushuang's natural fragrance and the humid heat, assailed his nostrils, a subtle sweetness laced with the intoxicating ambiguity of shame, igniting the lust in his eyes. He licked his lips and whispered, "Sect Master, this scent is truly captivating." His tone was light and mocking, with a hint of provocation. Ji Wushuang sensed his proximity and his words, shame and tension surging through her like a tide. The fire in her beautiful eyes burned fiercely, yet couldn't conceal a trace of haze and despair. She struggled desperately, trying to close her legs, but the leather straps held her fast, only causing the ropes to bite deeper into her skin, bringing a sting of pain and the humiliation of helplessness. Her mind was a tempest. She screamed inwardly, "This scoundrel, how dare he humiliate me like this! I am the Sect Master of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, how can I endure such degradation!" However, her true qi dispersed, her physical weakness making her struggles as feeble as a candle in the wind. Shame burned her soul like a raging inferno. Though over thirty, she had never known intimacy. That dark forest, untouched, was now exposed to the gaze and desecration of this actor, shame and fear intertwining, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly. Lin Fan extended his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and slowly reached towards the inner side of her thigh. Through the thin fabric of her undergarments, he caressed the contours of the forbidden place. The touch was warm and soft, the gauze-like material yielding slightly under his fingertips, revealing a hint of moisture, as if expressing her body's silent protest. Ji Wushuang flinched violently, her body instantly stiffening. A muffled sob escaped her throat, a low moan that seemed to blend pain with pleasure. Her legs instinctively tried to clamp shut, but the restraint of the straps rendered her immobile, leaving her to the mercy of his fingertips tracing the edge of her forbidden place, sending waves of strange stimulation through her. Lin Fan let out a low chuckle, his voice deep and playful. "Sect Master, this place is truly sensitive." His fingers drew circles on her undergarments, feeling the warmth of the moisture gradually deepen. The thin fabric became damp, faintly revealing the tender flesh beneath. With a light flick of his fingertip, he lifted a corner of her undergarments, exposing the full view of her forbidden place: beneath the dark forest, her tender [X] was already glistening with moisture from the tightness of the rope, crystalline arousal clinging to the edges of the [X], shimmering with a shameful glow under the sun. That untouched forbidden place, tight and delicate, exuded an allure woven from purity and taboo. Ji Wushuang's delicate body trembled slightly, her soaked undergarment clinging to her chest beneath the cloak. The ropes bound her, rendering her immobile, while the vibrating jade beads gnawed at her will like venomous snakes. Her heart plunged from shattered hope into a collapse of shame. She gritted her teeth, thinking, "This bastard! How dare he humiliate me like this! I still have a chance!" But Lin Fan's cunning and the elder's misunderstanding were like a sharp blade, severing her last shred of defiance. She tried to suppress her shame with the authority of the sect leader, but her damp underpants and the strange sensations in her forbidden zone were like irrefutable evidence of her current helplessness. Mu Yunchuan cupped his hands and said, "If that is the case, if the sect leader has any instructions, she may send word to the Heavenly Sword Sect at any time. Regarding the matter of the traitor, please make a decision soon, Sect Leader." His voice was steady and respectful. He then turned and left, his steps unhurried and firm. His gray robe swayed slightly at the doorway before he gradually disappeared. Ji Wushuang's beautiful eyes widened, tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto her cloak and spreading into wet patches. She tried to cry out, but the vibration of the jade beads turned every attempt into a muffled whimper, her voice too weak to be heard, drowned out by the elder's departing footsteps. Lin Fan stood by the table, looking down at her. The smile beneath his greasepaint grew more sinister. He whispered, "Sect Leader, the elder is gone. Has your hope also gone?" His tone was flippant and mocking, laced with a cruel smile. His fingers caressed her waist beneath the cloak, and he whispered, "How does this jade bead taste? More exciting than any trick, isn't it?" Ji Wushuang's delicate body shuddered violently, and a hoarse growl escaped her throat, "You bastard!" Though her voice was filled with anger, it couldn't hide a tremor. Her eyes shifted from fury to despair, shame washing over her like a tidal wave. Her heart felt like it had plunged into an abyss, collapsing from shame into utter despair. She had once been the supreme leader of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, feared throughout the martial world. Now, in this hall, she was being humiliated by this jester, utterly powerless. The elder's departure was the last straw, crushing her remaining will. She gritted her teeth, shouting inwardly, "I am the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect! How can I endure such humiliation!" But her soaked undergarment clung to her chest, her underpants exposed beneath the cloak, and the vibration of the jade beads echoed like a demonic chant in her forbidden zone, turning her rage into powerless whimpers. She closed her eyes, abandoning her struggle, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, revealing a trace of collapse and resignation. Lin Fan let out a low chuckle, his finger lightly stroking her waist. He whispered, "The Sect Leader looks so pitiful like this." His tone was playful and cunning. Just as he was about to continue teasing her, a cold system prompt sounded in his mind: "Hidden mission 'Tame Ji Wushuang within the Heavenly Phoenix Sect' completed. Reward: Heavenly-grade cultivation technique 'Heavenly Net Soul Binding Art' upgraded version has been issued. Additional reward: Target has been taken into the alternate dimension." Lin Fan's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curling upward. He whispered to himself, "It's done already? That was quite fast." He glanced at Ji Wushuang, a flicker of triumph in his eyes, and whispered, "Sect Leader, the show is over." Ji Wushuang kept her eyes closed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her delicate body trembled slightly beneath the cloak, having given up her struggle. She knew she couldn't escape Lin Fan's methods, her inner pride and defiance completely shattered, leaving only the wreckage of shame and despair. Just then, she felt a strange pulling sensation from beneath her feet. She opened her eyes to see a faint blue circle appearing on the bluestone floor. A vortex spun within the circle, emitting a chilling aura. Her beautiful eyes widened, and a hoarse growl escaped her throat, "What is this!" Her voice was filled with terror and anger, yet it couldn't hide a trace of powerlessness. Lin Fan stood by the table, the bells on his costume jingling. He whispered, "Sect Leader, don't panic. This is your new home." His tone was flippant and mocking, his fingers stroking the edge of the cloak, a sinister smile flashing in his eyes. Ji Wushuang tried to struggle, but the ropes bound her, rendering her immobile. The vibration of the jade beads had not stopped, bringing waves of strange stimulation. Her delicate body was slowly pulled into the circle. The cloak wrapped around her soaked undergarment and underpants, exuding a forbidden sensuality, as she gradually disappeared into the vortex. Her final gaze pierced Lin Fan, filled with anger and despair, as if to incinerate him. But this gaze was like a stone sinking into the sea, swallowed by the faint blue light. The hall returned to silence. The gilded long table was empty, leaving only a few teardrops left by Ji Wushuang, spreading into wet patches on the bluestone floor. Lin Fan stood in place, the bells on his costume jingling, his smile beneath the greasepaint sinister and triumphant. He whispered to himself, "The Sect Leader looking like this is truly memorable. In the alternate dimension, there will be plenty to play with." His fingers caressed the prop box, a dark glint flashing in his eyes. He then turned and left the hall, his steps light and unhurried. Outside the hall, the sun was setting, and the figure of the Heavenly Sword Sect elder had long since disappeared on the distant mountain path. Within the Heavenly Phoenix Sect, the usual clamor continued, the disciples completely unaware that their sect leader no longer existed. The atmosphere in the hall was silent and eerie, the suspense like a broken string, leaving an endless aftertaste. Ji Wushuang's fate had been irrevocably rewritten.